#go back to your love darling

[cronchy-baguette]

caitlyn's garden of violets

[heybaetae]

maknae line + gestures of love 🫰🏼💋🫶🏼🌹🤟🏼 happy birthday @jkvjimin! ♡

[shatteredwriters]

clinging, clinging, to the hope of you.

white-knuckled, fiercely.

touching your reality, amidst chaos.

grounded by you, by you.

Hawkeye/B.J. x touch

[kaiser1ns]

TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153

[doverstar]

every year around this time I rewatch Julie and the Phantoms, and every year I am reminded how much heart this little tween show about grief and hope has

[fyllophobia]

you art is so beautiful omg

just been coming back from a hiatus/inactivity so i’m glad people have been enjoying it so much, ffxiv has been a joy and creative font for me these past few months after feeling a bit bummed by art. thankfully i feel completely refreshed recently and comments like these make things sweeter, thank you for appreciating!!

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Kill Your Darlings

a depressed author struggling to finish the last book in her bestselling fantasy series lucid dreams into the protagonist in the midst of the narrative and can't get out

she uses her omniscient knowledge to help them win the war and survive, despite not having any of her protagonist's magic powers - but when she starts to change things she can’t predict, and starts to forget her life before, things get more and more chaotic

explores mental health & suicidal ideation

ace MC

[glassrowboat]

Mydei being best boy. He's the youngest of the group, so they gotta baby him a little XD

[phishyie]

Dynamic comparisons

[beastsovrevelation]

Hearing anyone else than Michael get called Commander of the Heavenly host makes me so viscerally angry I want to rip my own chest open.

Which means, as I've said before, my girl should behead Metatron, disembowel Aziraphale (for being an usurper), and knock out Gabriel's teeth (for being a previous usurper, not to mention disrespecting her).

Isn't Good Omens a fascinating show, huh?.. Somehow, it made a real life Satanist into Archangel Michael's greatest fan and most ardent defender.

[tiredassmage]

what type of villain are you?

your honor, i do love a good uquiz diagnosing the diseases and problems of my fictional characters and also i might be slightly procrastinating a final paper. saw this one from @sasslett and simply could not resist :3 quiz link! for those who'd like.

swtor edition first!

tyr deckard - then let me be evil

You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!

alucren ellery - the betrayer

You like to do things up close and personal. As personal as you can get. You are an excellent actor, and you do adore putting on a smile knowing your worst enemy, the one you hate the most, doesn't suspect a thing when they tell you their deepest secrets. Your only motivation is revenge, and revenge you shall get. Perhaps you loved them once, long ago, but any fondness for your target you once felt has long since warped and twisted into perverse obsession, laced with malice and venom and seething hatred. Good or evil does not matter to you. All that matters is they get what they deserve.

leo ashold - the coward

You didn't have another choice, honest! Have these people SEEN what the heroes are up against? It'd end you in an instant, whether that be a lovecraftian abomination with a hold on your soul, a rampaging monster that's destroying more than a hurricane and an earthquake could in one fell swoop, a shadow organization that has tabs on everyone you love and will end them in an instant, or just a particularly grumpy boss that might yell at you if you don't fall in with his excessively tyrannical methods, you can't go risking your neck for the poor saps that think they can stop it. No way, you're staying on the bad guy side, where it's SAFE.

rhyst delavast - for the greater good

Perhaps you do not believe what you are doing can truly be classified as evil. Perhaps some people will be hurt from the immediate consequences of your actions, but what the masses fail to see is the immense good that will come of your plans. Maybe you act in the name of science, or for your people who have fallen on great tragedy. Maybe you see cracks in a failing system and want to uproot it through chaotic, destructive means to avoid greater tragedy down the line. Maybe you're just in with a bad crowd, but you can't leave them, no matter how unsavory their intentions, because they're your only ticket to your ultimate goals. No matter what, your goals are noble, and you take no joy in wreaking havoc or hurting those in your way, but the evils you partake in are necessary. If you need to play the bad guy to ensure a better future, then you are willing to play that part.

savosta - no moral compass

You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.

[lalizah]

I am in love with how you add romanticism in your writing. There's just something about the way you paint a scene, the details that you add, that makes the romance almost tangible, like Liz tracing the letters of Nathaniel's name or the sweet tea in When Nathaniel Sewell Dreams.

(Also, thank you so so much for your sweet words, lovely friend <3)

I have no words except for 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[itstimeforstarwars]

Going insane about time travel stories again.

[ruinakete]

A kiss that says thank you / for Zelestia from FX Alear.

When her mother passed away in the fight against Sombron, the mage dragon became her greatest support. During the time of settling down to the role now hers and mourning the loss in the privacy of her heart, there were many people that relied on her Divine guidance and she couldn't let them down due her own feelings.

But Zelestia had always been there, its kindness being one similar to a mother's without being one when she no longer had one. Its loyalty towards her appreciated more than she perhaps let on despite showing her affection towards everyone she loved with all her heart.

It deserved to be told thank you, to be shown that gratefulness and today the Divine Dragon had decided it was the perfect day. With a purple windflower in hand and a smile on her face Alear approached it with warmth in her eyes. "Zelestia i got you a gift." She announced placing the flower in its hair.

The flower created a beautiful contrast with the yellow ribbons of its horns, she was glad to see this suited it nicely. That wasn't the only show of affection she had in mind, getting on her tiptoes the dragon places a gentle kiss on the others kiss and then moved away slowly.

"Thank you for being at my side." The Divine One spoke, the warmth of her blue eyes focusing on the floor below them before going back to the Mage dragon. "Since my mother and i welcomed you to Lythos you have been part of my family in both our eyes, but since she passed away you have been there as a pilar when i was still growing used to this role." The calmness she attempted to show to everyone slipped away. "If it weren't for you i'm unsure if i would have been able to stay strong all by myself."

Gloved hands found warmth in bare ones. "You deserve more than my thanks, i'm so grateful to have family like you, more than you can imagine."

ANOTHER KISS PROMPT ・ accepting! ( cw implied (?) engage spoilers )

HOW FRAGILE THE TURN OF TIME WAS, thought the sole mage dragon, stagnant in the absence of little else to tend or aid. hence, it aimlessly walked, peeking into storefronts and approaching humans as they went about their day, hoping to give its support wherever it could. after all, there was less else to do. gregory was off on a mission and, with him, took a good portion of its daily tasks. madeline would not be here at this hour, else it would have seen her already. and mauvier━━━

its ear twitched, prompting zelestia to turn at the sound of footsteps. of course, finally, someone needed its help! no more needless resting here or there or anywhere it could avoid.

"oh! alear━━━" bright eyes blinked, mouth agape and hand frozen where it had once been raised in greeting. still, zelestia had not moved when alear tucked the windflower's stem between its pale tresses; simply watching it from its reflection in her eyes.

mage dragon smiled sweetly, laughing as it ran its fingers through its hair, careful not to jostle the placement of the flower. "thank you, divine one. i mean this wholly! you needn't bother with obtaining the flower, but still, i'll wear it proudly. hm, maybe we can find a two-toned flower for━━━"

the divine's lips pressed against its cheek.

"━━━you... for me...?"

swiftly, its hand rose to the cup the skin alear had kissed. but, in its shock, she seemed to have a goal to-day; whether it be to weaken the mage dragon with tenderness or blur its eyes with confused tears. zelestia had not spoken, not between alear's pauses, not after alear showed the fruits of its aid, and not after her hands carefully took its' own to hold.

a gift and burden, its memory had not failed them. it knew of the time she was centering her gratitude around; the ache of all it had lost still tugged its heart into an uneven pace whenever it slept. though it had learned and loved and grew, there would always be an empty space where its family's roots should have blossomed; whether into a garden or grove, to bear fruits or flowers, the stones laid to rest would halt any touch of nature.

and yet, here zelestia stood, in the hands of another dragon that saw it as the family she, too, had been through a storm with━━━been through a storm for. the clenching of its heart was sudden, paired in time with the soft, confused noise falling from its quivering lips.

"i... divine one.... alear, you...." when its eyes began to water, mage dragon flinched to pull away, as if to wipe the sorrow with its hand. but, instead, smiling, it uttered a breathless laugh and bowed its head, bringing her hands up to rest against its cheek.

another laugh, brighter than the last, toeing the lines of falling apart. "please! i owe all that i have become to you and your mother. we are stronger together, as once said to me. and we've come a long way." its shoulders trembled. "thank you. thank you, alear. i am here because you allow it. and for as long as you keep me, i'll be your family and knight. forever and always! i promise."

and, unsurprisingly, once the vow left zelestia, it embraced alear as one would its own kin, giggling through the tears when its crescent horn nudged the side of her head.

[andiloveyoutooangel]

"I know that face." Her voice is low, raspy from sleep, but still playful. He floats above her, caught in the act. Morning sunlight slits through the cracks in the blinds he's trying to close. Whatever doesn't fall on his skin lands like patchwork on the blanket she's curled up in, her tired eyes meeting his. "What are you worrying about now, hmn?"

"Ah, désolé, did I look worried just then?" Despite his self-assured tone, his expression betrays his sheepishness, as he ducks down to press a kiss to her forehead, "I only wanted to close the blinds so the sun wouldn't wake you before your alarm. I guess, uh, I woke you before your alarm, instead...?"

She's been so tired lately, is what he doesn't say, so busy and drained of energy. He wants her to be able to rest fully, as much as she needed, in the way where he'd threaten a solar eclipse if the sun dared disturb her on her first day off in so long.

"Taylor, you're so dear to me. Thank you." She says, simply, sincerely. Her smile is warmer than sunrays, "It's okay, you don't have to. Sun's good for me, in the winter."

"Ah. Okay, okay." So he leaves the blinds, slightly ajar. No solar eclipse then, if his love prefers the light. The dark of the room is warmly hued, tinged with mellowed gold. He hovers awkwardly, wings slowly flapping to keep him uncertainly afloat.

Wordlessly, she raises a wing and an arm towards him, an invitation, a request. Slowly, carefully, he lowers himself beside her. With much less care, she unceremoniously tosses the blanket over him so they're sharing, and he grins, ducking his chin beneath the covers.

He lets a wing drape over her, covering his charge, his human, his partner. In turn, she intertwines a hand with him and closes her eyes. Safe, content, trusting.

"I love you." She says, squeezing his hand gently.

"I love you." He returns, and they doze until the alarm wakes them properly.